Crisis actors in acts of survival without regard for their actions. Day 704

I have come across a couple of articles on crisis actors. One particular video was of a group of American people of color. One can see that some of the younger people are stifling a laugh. I would to in such a situation. Seeing the whole thing as funny. I was standing there making up a story about something that never happened. I would be so occupied with this that I would not look at the long term ramifications of my actions. Especially towards my fellow men. Especially towards people of my own race.

There was another video of two black men who were involved in a peaceful demonstration. Yet, somehow, the media had built a story around them as being the perpetrators in relation to some supposed police deaths. These two men had turned themselves in to the police, handed over their legal firearms and brought witnesses that confirmed their whereabouts in relation to this supposed police altercation. The police did nothing, they were essentially fearful of going against the media story, even though the reality was staring them in the face. 

If we cannot discern fact from fiction, the fiction being our media, owned by a few who use divide and conquer/manipulation of events/ crisis actors/ machiavellian shinanigans/ self interest without regard for life/ false flags/red flags/ currency manipulation/ etc.etc. etc. how can we point fingers at anyone? How can we solve problems? We are essentially running around in chaos, living a lie, blaming everything around us, and no longer able to make any real decisions that make any sense at all. 

The problem with this is that we are forcing this onto our children. Our children are becoming more and more confused. What else do we call ADD and ADHD, and Autism and Dyslexia and all the other dis-eases that exist. Did we not realize that the separation from really looking and standing up for reality was not going to compound and become the mirror of our abdication of common sense? Can we continue to make statements that accept the absence of common sense. AND, that the answer, the solution is right there, it is common sense.

The crisis actors that spoke up for the false story, for which they are probably making money, do they realize the lives they are destroying? Do they realize the animals living on the earth who lose their habitats for resource extraction so the tools of broadcasting a false and limited story can continue? Do they realize the short term benefits of that pay for that performance? 

These actors are accepting money, in the short term, to survive, disregarding the long term consequences of others. And, that to continue this charade through participating within it, will lead them to the same or similar end as those lives that are disrupted by such actions as pretending a story that never really happened. 

I ask myself where I have manipulated things/stories in my own self interest. It begins with myself. I am the cell on the ground that generates the illusion of ideas, beliefs and opinions that have no regard for the practice of physical living. Where have I manipulated in my own self interest?

Where did I not tell the real story, leaving out inconvenient parts? Where did I create a crisis within my immediate environment through a lie by omission? Where did I create a paranormal event in my life that I had to constantly generate so that no one would find out that I had acted in fear, in my own self interest because I was too lazy/fearful/angry/self interested to investigate and assess and realize what would be best? Where did I become accusatory, or defensive, or use qualifiers with superlatives as  positive statements to suggest that my better was better than another absolute- all in self interest? Where did I manipulate events through my reflection of events to warp reality and hide what I accepted as ideas about something because I acted only in my own survival in the moment, having forgotten that I am a physical state of being on a physical planet? Where did I disregard the consequences of my actions towards my fellow sentient beings of this physical and practical earth?

Where did I polarize myself into energy, becoming loopy, ungrounded, fearful, existing as a chaos within myself? Where did I warp time, create a entity of belief and lift myself away from reality to hide in some emotional storm, covered in  positives as my words to justify my own fabricated-through-limitation-lie? Where did I become ego?

What I push away, what I reject, what I resist, what I blame, what I project outwards as what the aforementioned actions are, is what I ignored to bring forward values that I believed defined who and what I am or did in a reckless manner for money without looking at the long term consequences. It is as though I play with a substance that is as changeable and unsteady and chaotic as the imagery projected by the media. A media owned by a few who, in their survival, have managed to own resources around the globe to control the story impulsed through machinery. Even for them, the end will be the same, because what is real is being used to project a false and limited story on this earth. And all that is here as the animals, and the plants are suffering because of it. And we all accept and allow it unless we don’t. Unless we stop. It can only be held in place through acceptance and allowance. All of it is a false flag, a red flag, a crisis action in separation from reality. Instead of being present and using our awareness to sense reality, we are accepting and allowing very very limited stories to direct us. Yet, we can see reality, because it is always here, if we slow down, breath, and take the time to investigate and look.  If we stop participating in the limited story, it can no longer be sustained, and what will come forward, is reality, is the physical world, what is of real value. The real value is living, is being, is enjoying this state of being. It is enjoying our families, the animals, the earth.

The solution to this perpetual crisis acting is to breath and slow down and only choose those actions that do no harm to anything. This means removing the blame and the spite- those projections that are an act of not being responsible towards reality. This means feeling balanced and calm and present. This means not fearing what another may think of you. This means taking responsibility for one’s self. 

Our monetary system must change. It as its present form is the reflection of our own self interest before life. When we decide that all should have the means, because of this system, to have all basic human needs met because of what we are as physical beings, then can we begin to ground ourselves. The fruits of what labor we have done, can flow back to us, instead of flowing via financial instruments and government bureaucracies into what perpetuates this chaos, to and towards each of us. When we make the decision to manage and listen to our physical bodies and the environment around us, we by what we are as physical machines, can see directly what supports us and others that are the same as us, to become our real potential. I mean, imagine walking down the street and not having to worry about aggressive and accusatory actions and behaviors from fellow men locked in mental cages that limit doing the real math of living in a physical world? Imagine being able to have the time to understand how things work and develop practically? This is our real potential. 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IH6Ho0Hxz4I

http://www.globalresearch.ca/53-admitted-false-flag-attacks/5432931

Holding Something Within Myself Day 705

Holding something within myself

I have been doing math equations to improve my movement within solving math equations. At first it was really slow, and then it starts to speed up. I know this can happen because it happened when I was younger. The same thing happens with any new discipline. It is known as critical mass, or momentum, or mastering something, getting comfortable with a form, and being able to manifest a blue print based on the structure within one’s self.

At times it is hard for me to make the attention shift. Yet this is a key. I ask myself why I cannot make the shift. Usually, there is something running in my mind. And, yet, the concentration on the number problem, allows me to see that this is happening because I can’t concentrate. I have had the same thing happen when I had to practice, which I did for years. Depending on how I concentrated, a piece was learned quickly or slowly. And if learned slowly, that was how the piece was played the next time I looked at it.  How we do what we do when we do it, is remembered, or imprinted, unless we begin to realize how this all works. Yet, an imperfect practice causes delays because even if I am aware of this, I still have to sort out and focus. The focus is not clear, in other words.

I find, that if I try too hard to concentrate on the numbers, it gets more difficult. If I move with more ease, it is not.  I also find that I can go backwards and forwards within the numbers being laid out, so it is not so necessary to memorize each step, it is more to move through the whole picture of the steps, and see the steps and the answer as one, and then let it go. This is the same as listening to another person.  The moment I rush in self interest, I miss some of what is being said and I cannot recall the person’s words. To note, it is interesting because a false unclear logic is redundant, meaning filled with repetition, and hence, not that hard to follow. This is because what lingered that is not clear, hangs around, just as in those times I practiced without being focused or without first grounding myself into a direct focus on what I was doing. At the moment, I have this saying, ‘ do the math’ . It is the same as when my practicing was not effective, because I was not doing the math, I was within myself polarized into a cloud, or fog of something I was thinking about that had become an entity that I had not cleared up. Every time I played the piece I practiced that I had carried a spinning issue into in the back of my mind ( or the front!) that ‘ issue’ would jump right back into my presence. It has the characteristic of busy-ness, whereas a real focus has a quality of ease.  lol. water is fluid after all. That quality of our sensibility is fluid after all.

Immediately, I have a sense that explaining this is too difficult, yet this in itself is an illusion. It really is in our face, right there, in front of us. So, how can that be difficult? And it can be transposed into many many scenarios within decoding the behaviors of this same mis-understanding in relation to behaviors. lol, yet this is being able to do the math, being able to begin to see the unresolved and its lag and effect on being able to hold a focus that has the quality of moving with greater ease and standing here physically no longer fearing to understand before taking action, and realizing that a perfect practice lends an ease of movement and the ability to expand one’s awareness, to the point where one becomes a master of one’s self. Will I get to the point where I no longer have the lingering past experiences of fear because I did not take the time to understand how this works, and had to rediscover it through the life time I have had on this earth?  The distraction, dis-traction of television , as what is aired, beginning with religion will and must become realized as a great crime against life. 

Our ability to understand and connect is so fucking great, it is astounding that we choose less than this. Being sad about not using this nature of life, which is the gift, does nothing. This is the point of self forgiveness, to let go of what was accepted as an imperfect practice and to become a master of one’s self as life. There are also tools to quantify this process of taking back self, as life.  A tool that can be the practice of living the difference between being caught in an imperfect practice and the movement of the self outside of that fog one carries around and that interrupts one’s focus towards what is real, as this creation in manifestation as the physical. Life is right here, right in front of us. 

The sad fog of the mind.  The Sequence Attention Dis-order of Fear, Obligation and Guilt. A disorder that has forgotten the real symbols are the physical information.

It is all a math and it has no mumbo jumbo. 

Time frames of the mind Day 705

As we become what we practice, because we place our presence, our ability to sense a frame, a measure of time, a distance, a movement to do something, or order something, to sense its order.  Within this we essentially all learn the same way. 

We forget that our habits can become titles such as ‘ I am a visual learner’ which is secondary, and reveals more what movements and means and habits we have created, in a frame of time, as a structure that we then define ourselves as. We believe that the frame existed as what we define ourselves as, when that frame came after. Even though some of it was impulsed and passed down resonantly, in DNA, that seed of information. Or, because we in a sense, absorb so well, we absorb the measure, the morality of our parents. This is why religion is in the format that it is. It is structure, one must just question the structure, which is done through words and parables, or metaphors, the more one knows and can speak, on a soap box/podium/stage the more ‘ wise’ one appears. Key word: appears- in that bubble- away from the practical.

 The generations before us realized this, yet placed it in a metaphysical environment, as religion, within such statements as ‘ the sins of the fathers last for seven generations’  This is a truth that is right in front of us, yet it is connected to a threat of not getting into heaven- another televised vision, that matrix of energy that once the plug is pulled cannot withstand the test of longevity and was really the manifestation of our collective dissonance from real living, which is what bringing heaven to earth was all about. All practical. No Mumbo Jumbo! the real cells of life, are the physical things all around us. Science discovers this more and more every day. 

I make such statements again and again, because it is the means to the end. It is a mirage of separation, what we carry around in our heads, it is what was not grounded in practical reality, it is a within that is not equal to a without, it is why the child becomes all the faults of the parent. 

And so, the time frame of separation continues. This leads to a structural violence, prevalent in that life on the other side of the world whose time frame we ignore , or dare not to fathom, because it means we must realize how entrenched we are in our own individual time frames. It shows how much we fear being self honest. And yet, we see it, unless we are so far gone that we choose a very narrow existence, away from anything that counters our own time frames.

These time frames become reels of information, that bind us away from real living and real transformation. We become heavy with the rage of our own time frames, losing all spatial sense of reality, this physical existence. It begins with a tiny movement, that presence making a choice of using visuals, or kinesthetic learning, or what ever label one chooses. These are really justifications for not changing, and the screaming of limitation, to not become responsible.

The scream of limitation can manifest as voices running in the head, eating off the flesh.  If one’s back tempo of chat/ of voices/ of what one hides, are of comparison, one is jealous and competitive, comparing the smallest of things ( again revealing capacity of absorbing and understanding so much detail and measure- only misplaced with charged value judgements) within a relationship of survival and a feel good within an idea, or belief, that one is better. Sometimes it goes the other way, and one makes the judgement that one is less, hopeless, worthless. The measure, the song, the voice, that state is there, in the words, on one’s conception. It all becomes visible, as one speaks on parables/metaphors/value judgements silent or voiced, it is projected within or without, and it stems from the sea of potential within, as that starting point of creation, that begins with a movement. A very cool gift, it all depends on what one does with this, what one accepts and allows. The choices we make can do no harm, and can throw no one under the bus. 

Then, if one’s job/livelihood/MO is dependent on the limited structure of such belief, making a change is a threat to one’s existence, even at the expense of suppressing the real potential of another person within, especially a child. For this there is no greater crime, it is worse than anything any person in history has done, and it perpetuates the burden of seeded/noted information that is not what is best for those generations to come. All because I, or one, as the self, is not willing to stand up and speak of what is right here in front of us. We have become what we do, watch movies and entertainment running on reels - time frames of limited perspective. We are allowing this within. The moment one realizes that one has not heard what another person has said, is the moment one can live the extent of this of which I speak. I have to forgive myself all the time and ask another to please repeat what they have said. And, each of us are going to have to do this a lot, because this has been going on for a very very very long time. 

I can ask myself if i remember what I did yesterday. I can ask myself why I did not hear what another person said in a moment. I can ask myself why I cannot remember so many details about another life, a life I had with children in another country. I can ask myself why I have no sense of why when I wake a walk around the same island, that though I notice the plants are different every year, I cannot say why they are different, i have never used that great absorbent ability to sense why there are constant changes in the environment in which I live. It is because my presence is not here, it is up in a metaphysical construct, or lol, I wrote contract, of time frames, a morality, That I accepted and allowed, starting as a child, in a world that was of a society of men, in separation from creation. Walking back is a bitch, yet to hold the value of life within and as me, to become equal and one with and as it, is to live creation, to connect with the plants and the animals, first I must understand my own separation and the characteristics of that separation, and words and the processing and holding of numbers and words can help me to sort myself out, this and forgiving the time frames of limited values I have defined myself within and as. 

Also, the greater understanding I have of the money system, the greater understanding I have of the control mechanisms existent as the system on earth, I say ON EARTH because it is a construct that is not aligned with creation. It through control builds the survival game that is a busyness in a narrow focus. It is the outward manifestation of what each has accepted and allowed.  It uses the natural law in its own interest, the acceptance of a few determining what we thing, what we eat, and how we manage our health. None of it is working, thus it is time to become equal and one to the framework of the physical world, as it is life manifest, it is the real symbol. It is a living symbol.

When we can begin to hear the grass grow, then can we begin to work together and build heaven on earth. We have to get ourselves back to the real potential of who and what we are.  It is time to stand and accept only what does no harm, accept only what respects this earth, accept only that which is of no lie, meaning leaves no burden of justification, because it gives as we would receive, that which empowers each to see directly here. This means to process the information of life, which is physical. What we resist persists, what we ignore becomes an elephant in the room.  What we deny comes back to haunt us, and builds fire walls that consume our attention to such an extent, we leave this earth barely being able to walk because we have lost all spatial sense of what is real, the physical world. 

The shadow of the mind Day 704

For some reason this morning a memory is coming up of an afternoon when my one son had returned home from school. I stood there listening to him when suddenly I said to him, ‘ your teacher is in you.’ I could see the color/nature/signature/presence/outline/measure/quality/persona of my son’s teacher in him, like a cloud, around him, as him. I knew his teacher I had spoken with her many times. This has to be second grade, as she was his second grade teacher. 

I also, realize this presence around me of writing in the morning. Because it is a family holiday, I have stopped my regular patterns, and for other reasons, hence, I am seeing my own ‘ clouds’ of habituated patterns stopping and the presence of them here.

Also, in my life, I have purposely changed up things I have done on a regular basis with the purpose of, initially, getting out of set ways of doing things. For example, for a while I had a small tv on my kitchen counter which I would use to watch the news while cooking dinner. I started to get caught up in watching a show that would come on, inevitably after the news, at the end of my nightly cooking and extend the time watching tv past the cooking. One day, I realized what I had done, and took the TV away. Maybe the solution was to turn the tv off after the news, yet, I had also been reading this periodical on politics etc. for about three years, and noticed that instead of being informed I was becoming righteous about what information I had accepted and allowed in the bias of the perspective of the periodical. Thus, I stopped reading that periodical and watching the news, and started to investigate other perspective. This was when I could the same articles posted on both sides, with a few words changed. How had I missed this?

In all, I find that changing what I have turned into a scheduled habit can show me where I have become stagnant, and where I am not aware of what I am doing.

Thus, this change in pattern of late, and this memory coming up, is a reminder of how absorbent I am as what I am as a human being.  It makes it more clear that I can really only be here, and that i must with every breath, bring myself here, to become a reflection, so to speak, of being here, and to realize that I can so easily become a colored bubble stagnant in belief, opinions and ideas. Reflecting what I have allowed, that becomes a persona, and reflecting the measure another person who becomes the same as what it is that I speak, can make communicating with another, and problem solving very difficult. And I can see where a perpetual broadcast system, known as our media, whose space is bought by a few, who have allowed us to believe that not only do we take out loans to build value as living, but also charge us with interest to utilize that loan, thereby siphoning all monetized labor ( my understanding and way of saying this at this point) into the hands of a few, who then broadcast a limited story ( the parts not all bad) again and again, in self interest,  to the point where the story ( measure ) is believed to be a truth, just as I did in getting caught up in a limited story that I began to be righteous about until I investigated more words produced by this same system only to find that the same forms were being processed with changing a few words, to keep a system of conflict in place as a distraction from realizing the Machiavellian means now a tech soap box called the media! Me Dia, my god, my structure of following a limited story that is all I can see and thus what must be real, and that I use to entertain me, like a business in a narrow focus, where i do not even want to know what it is that I do not know because it would mean that I have to step off of my hamster wheel, and I might hurt myself!   The idea of jumping off the running train of thought that I define myself as, means that I might bump my knee! And I am so busy running around in this persona within myself that I can no longer see what is real, as the physical right here, hidden by my own acceptances and allowances by that absorbent ability that can be used to sense a mode of operation and take that which is good and relate it to what I really am which is a physical absorbent state of being. Okay, that was a long sentence! lol

Interesting enough, what legend am I leaving behind for my children? What am I passing down to the next generation? I mean the bible says that the ‘ sins of the father’s stands for seven generations” That is a math, one that substantiates this sense that I have of breaking patterns and remembering a moment when I had a sense that my son’s teacher was ‘ in him’ as I could sense the color of her around him. I mean, how does an animal sense something out of place? How do they see what is not readily visible to our naked eyes? Is it not the same thing?

Can we not see that what we accept within can become like a blue print at the exclusion of what is real as the physical, AND that this can be used on the self interest of a few? And, that we are the same as those few if we do not realize this? Because in effect, we are doing the same thing?

This begs the question as to what you, yes you a parent or a person in this state of being, are leaving or imprinting to projecting onto others? Are you as a parent enough for any child, if you believe that you ‘ know’ what the real score is? You are not enough, not even I am enough, because I have not realized how all of this works, no one taught me. And who am I going to blame? Am i going to blame the dead of seven generations back? That would be like existing as Plato’s wall, taking to a bunch of shadows of belief on the wall of my mind, or like believing the emotional fire walls generated within me, that ‘ persona thing my sons was generating in second grade” as being more real that simply being here, physical, in this reality that held that projection. Take the physical away and the projection no longer exists. Yet is can resonantly exist and be passed down from generation to generation. Look around and see if this earth is living in a balanced and respectful manner towards efficient use of the physical. Obviously it is  not. 

What is the disease in our children, growing in numbers every day? Would we call them attention deficit dis-orders. Is the idea of a ghost in the machine really such a stretch of any imagination?  Are we bulling an incorrect use of the imagination onto reality, an imperfect practice? Look, we all realize we need to get back to nature, we all sense this so we know the answer. Yet there is a bully impulsing a false picture show that will continue if we accept and allow it. And it does not want to die! Just think of all the jobs that are based on supporting the lack, or the limitation of this projected picture show.  All these jobs that are really an administration of this false contract that races like a train and is so caught up in a narrow focus that is of shadows and painted by projected electrical and magnetic lights that what is real appears to not exist! There is a reason why within the word administrator there exists the sound admitted traitor! 

I also ask myself why I had not learned to ‘ read’ the ghost in the machine and define it, to take that which is good and does no harm. I mean if I can see it, and people in time have described such things as ‘ shadows on the wall’ then I cannot be alone in realizing this, everyone must have the means to do this, as this would be the means of life, to use imagination to test how things move, to asses and investigate before actually taking action and bringing something into creation, into physical form. And would this not make it obvious how much this could be used in self interest?

Is it not ironic how there is a fear of talking about ghosts in our cultures? And is it not ironic how we have even within this talked about how deceased friends, lover and family members have come to visit us? is it not obvious that that ghost in the machine is of one’s own making based on how the machine, as our physical absorbent ability works?  We are allowing a mumbo jumbo, paranormal, metaphysical existence generated from within ourselves to appear to be more real that what is real as the physical, and the signs of it are all around us; how this is used, and how we, each one, is serving this because in effect we fear to live, we fear to use this tool to create!

It really is time to stand up and speak of this point blank, to say this directly to one another, to tell stories of the outcomes of such shadow chasing, and to realize that none of us are enough to build a structural foundation in the children to come because we adults are the product of this same system. The children and ourselves ( with a lot of cross reference)  to must allow ourselves the means to realize the shadows passed down via imprint and sent as messages via a televised system, to enable each the means to be grounded and effective in seeing the ghosts and where they are at, and what is real, as the physical, at the same time. Just look at how a person can instantly memorize a sequence of moves to solve a rubric’s cube and then do the sequence blind folded! That is the means to the end, and a reflection of our capacity as life! 

Those who only see the limitation and lack, without realizing the potential in the machine of a human being, are so separated from potential that they cannot be trusted to guide anyone! In effect, it is not what we do it is who we are within what we do. The structures are not the problem, it is who we are within what we do. We cannot be afraid to point this out, to describe the means of lack and give direction in the necessity to always ground and reference physical reality.

An economic system that does not give each the means to take the necessary care of being physical, is a crime against life. For this reason, our economic system must change. And, parents must realize, that because of the consequence of this system, they are not enough for the development of their children, yet they are the one’s responsible for what character as development in processing what is within and what is without and what is here.

On another front, I have experienced grief. I realize that I was extremely vulnerable at that time. I did not realize how much I could become entrenched in the ‘ measures/ghosts’ of those around me, especially because I myself did not understand how this all works. I realize, with hind-sight that it took me the better part of five years to begin to see the difference between having lost everything and moving into a new form that in itself was another shadow on the wall system.  It is so easy to fall into something like this. The pressure from peers is very strong, especially within a system all around us that does not understand this. And yet, the principles behind this remain the same. And the means of sharing how this works and being careful in sorting this out, remain the same, as the structures that are here, that have proven efficacy within the test of time, are the means to the end. Here, what really matters is who we are within what we do. Many shadow chasers will not hear. And yet, in time, perhaps within a subsequent generation, this will begin to be realized, yet the acknowledgement of this must be continued to be expressed, again and again.  The shadows can run but they cannot hide because what is real is the physical. 

Reciprocity Day 703

Within the sales process I have learned the importance of listening. There are levels of listening, as one must see the whole and the parts. One thing I notice is how self validation comes forward, in the form of the speakers experience, the things that express the structure the person uses to self guide, to self support. It is a form of conception, a form of knowledge and information that defines the person. I must listen to this, as it shows me what the person uses to order themselves and their goals, and what is unique about them. This means, that window into what potential they gravitate towards to connect as a starting point with this earth.

The moment I interrupt them, I am essentially beginning to force something on them. I am taking what they have said and already, in a rush, relating it to myself. I have not asked questions to clarify and made sure that I understand where they come from, what they have defined themselves as. And, I have not used their state of being to hear what would more than likely, to a tiny degree, expand my awareness, because inevitably, everyone is unique, because everyone is standing on a different point on the ground, thus even with all the layered stories of experience within this, there is always an insight buried in the storm. I must listen for that, and yet, understand the building around that point. It becomes an incredible thing to be able to do, this math, and this discovery of a point of connection. This is overall a process, and it is the same for myself, as it is for another. It is a reciprocal process.

Lately, I have attached the image of a horse to this process. For some reason I define a horse as having a reciprocal nature. This is moving backwards and forwards, to see the parts and the whole, to even enjoy this process. It is accepting the gift of understanding and then reconstructing once a connection is made. 

Before I began to realize this, I would get scared and angry, righteous and overwhelmed, moving into all manner of justifications and frustrations to push a goal I had within me. There is nothing wrong with the goal, really, it is who I am within what I am doing that is the problem. That rush, my own agenda wanting a quick connection instead of realizing that the process is living. In space and time I can only be here, and development moves in many ways, like self awareness is in perpetual change, or transformation, and that this is being here. 

This reminds me of the summers I allowed art students to open a gallery in my living room. Each student had a different approach to their art. One did iconographic pictures, mixing up cartoon-like images in new ways. Another, did pictures of nature, oil paintings and water colors. Another, did really simple still life’s of objects. When people walked into the gallery, they would automatically be drawn to certain images.  Some like the simple and somewhat amateur still life’s, some went right to the paintings of nature, and some stood in front of the story line images.  Each type of art made some sale. 

Thus, each person reveals their own belief systems within their choices, and their words more than likely reveal the patterns of their belief, and the experiences used to justify their belief systems. Before one can connect with another, one must reciprocate, meaning move back and forth, listening and understanding where a person comes from as their perspective of reality. 

Within this, resistance is productive, because it helps realize what defines as a structure and then allows one to open up that structure in small and simple ways, to open doors into accepting other perspectives and expand within one’s self. Within this, comes an ease and a sense of trust. And, an exposure of how all of this works, because one then has the contrast of one’s belief and that of another. Thus what could be considered a limitation, becomes a means towards expansion. Limitation becomes an illusion. Yet, this is how we learn, this is how we practice becoming present, enjoying form no matter what and seeing it for what it is and looking outside of that to change, as change will happen in small steps, digestible steps. This is reciprocity at work, moving backwards and forwards until something is clear, enjoying one another no matter the starting point. 

What does this mean in practice? This means listening to the story being told. This means hearing the value judgements, realizing the persona is in the words, getting to know the personality. Within this, discovering the potential suppressed as the means to the end, have not been lived and instead a past of experience leading to a role, as a persona was the choice made. This means moving back and forth, grounding one’s self in the physical reality that is right here. This physical reality remains, even when the persona wavers in protection and defense, avoidance and blame. In the silence, and the stillness of focus can one begin to sense patterns and call them out by name, indirectly telling stories, creating a value  that realizes the capacity through ordinary action that leads to the extraordinary movements that we all admire for their grace and ease. Those who have a small measure of development, that supposed exception to accepted and allowed rules that reveal in every way, the means to the end - as it is simple. What complicates is what causes resistance. That self suppression via limitation and ideas of lack circulating as pictures and words, as voices in the memory, a mind full of morality codes made larger than life and in separation from the practice of reality , a physical reality. It is a firewall , that is emotional. It is the veil. It has parts that are good, yet those are ideas  - not presence  in reality,  they are  - right or wrong - personifications. They are illusion, they are like a television. You are electrical and magnetic by design.  As within, so without, as above, so below.

So much of my life has been caught in sympathy. This means being sympathetic only, accepting another persona and agreeing with it, instead of realizing real empathy is listening and then giving practical solutions that move the path SIM-ulated into an expansion that allows one to move with ease and create, meaning to live the kind of potential realized inherent in the design of who and what we are as men, with two arms and two legs and two hands and the ability to move with our presence into forms, be they imagined or real, to sense the space of this reality around us, catching those point of resistance and yet seeing the creation of them, an inflating of what is a value judgement made huge, and bringing what was not expressed, or what was missed into a practical action. This is making things small, as within an equal size relationship to the physical world. This can only be done right here, in the commons of reality that is the physical world.

Within this I need not fear the projections of the mind of men as this is not who and what they really are. I need not fear losing anything, because what expands and creates can never be lost, yet it can become silent and begin again. What works remains and what destroys cannot remain, we either realize the value being life, or we continue believing that our egos are larger than life, mis-using the imagination with what is an imperfect practice, as we are not here, in respect of physical reality.

If we accept knowledge and information from an authority that speaks on a soap box from a distance, we lose all connection to our natural ability to assess reality, and we become instead filled with malice- a crystallization mercurial in nature a false morality, because we miss what is hidden in plain sight as the physical world.  We believe that adderal will help our depression because the label by the authority says so. We follow instead of investigate. later we may discover that this ‘ thing’ is really crystal meth with an added chemical chain that does not change the action of the original and real name. The damage done from such following is the mis-takes never solved, these which accumulate as mis-information/story, that weigh down the body while one lives in a false bliss up there in a bubble that is a personification. If we listen we all hear this, we all see this, we all know this. It is that we fear to live. Yet, that which we fear is the only way out. This is why that which we resist persists, because it must be made clear and brought down into practical measure equal to physical reality, as the physical is creation in expression.

Within myself, in relation to this, I realize the people I have trusted I can no longer trust, or that I am alone, that I must stand and be responsible for who and what I am.  Someone once said, trust no one. In reality, I can only trust myself, with the help of the commons, as the ground here, I can begin to slow down and listen and no longer become confused, or recognize that I am confused and see that I have not found that simple point to bring forward that is always right there in front of me, in every moment. For this, I can use my best friend; silence - and who has a twin known as patience.  I am here. I can take that which is good and does no harm and I can walk with self forgiveness into investigation and assessment to find what is self corrective until equality in each and every point realizing the value is life is here on earth.  I see, realize and understand that fear is a sign that I am not present in reality. I can use the capacity of myself as life, to take the time to reciprocate and build understanding and then relate to respecting reality and choosing what is best for all, as this is what s best for self, here. 

Does Labor have any real value anymore? Day 702

Does labor have any real value anymore.

My experience at the moment is all the coaches that exist everywhere for everything imaginable.

I have met middle aged women who lost their jobs and started a business coaching. They are around, going out and starting the journey in building social networks to retain clients.

It seems that everyone needs someone to tell them what to do, and yet, with all the job losses because of greater automation, all that hypothecated labor has already been spent for the individual, and can be avoided in the collective machine within automating many services for that end goal of profit. Hence, an advent of coaching has come forward. LOL, also, because that labor has followed automating itself to fit into a skill of a job! 

One could say we have the automated taking over the automated!

Anyone who has mastered something for real, realizes that one must always make use of one’s presence, even within what one has come to understand, because automation can run rampant within one’s self and end up causing problems, because mistakes begin to be made, and insecurity sets in and then one becomes a reaction to a lack as defining one’s self as lacking. It is a perpetual motion of limitation and lack. Some understand this, and have used this in self interest. 

Ask yourself why we are sent to school for 13 years, forced to memorize a very limited story mis-using our imagination and only using imagination? We become automated within this limitation, as we mis-used our presence as life, that which we used to learn to crawl and to walk and to talk. Do we end up needing coaches to help us refocus in reality? And does this process demand self assessment and rebuilding. Can the perspective of being lost in one’s mind make such changes appear impossible, because one knows nothing else?

This reminds me of a story I have come across many times. It is the story of natives on a shore. These natives go to the shore to collect shellfish, or something like that, periodically. It is a ritual/habit/tradition/practice that probably has good inherent within it. Maybe it is to get the nutrient necessary for physical stability, which could be iodine; for example.

So these natives are on the shore and they are automatic in their behavior. The tribal shaman follows them, on the edge. He arrives with them, though at a distance, and watches them collect whatever it is that they collect. Yet, he notices that something is amiss in this common landscape. Somehow the wind is not blowing as it normally does. The pattern has changed in some way. The shaman looks out to sea at the horizon. He notices the wind appears to flow in circular forms different from past experiences. He stares at this phenomenon. And then suddenly, through the fog of his comfort zone, his habituated experience, his veil of belief, he see it. There on the horizon are many ships. 

Such ships are something he has never seen before. He calls out to the members of his group, and yet they do no hear, he continues to call, and some begin to look, and some begin to see, and pretty soon, many have stood outside of the automated selves and see what was hidden in plain sight. 

In many ways, we are all those people. There are some, who simply deny the ships, no matter what, because they are happy in their ignorance or the benefits of the problem.  Realize, that Plato’s infamous metaphor of being in the cave and only watching the shadows on the wall, is really the same as what these indigenous people were being on the beach that day. This reveals how what we practice is what we become on one level. It makes it plain that when we practice an imperfect practice, misusing imagination, and limiting our attention to the physical reality around us, we lose what is real, and end up making mistakes. 

Can this  happen over generations because information is passed through DNA in seeds and we are mechanisms of DNA as well?  have we externalized an imperfect and limited practice and collectively accepted this, as we allowed what we believed within to become greater that what is real without? 

Have we placed our capacity into a false construct? Do we follow  what is imparted as information by others to be what informs this great capacity to sense the physical reality around us because a separation we can no longer see has made us insecure and unstable?

Within this false presence, we have allowed our labor to be sold into a future, that is not what is needed in the present yet is based on that past idea. Thus, we have a consequence of coaching to straighten us out, and the loss of jobs because our automations are no longer needed and there are cheaper ways of manifesting that labor needed.  Yet, how can we trust those who coach to not be one of those who cannot see those ships at sea and who may have a somewhat greater construct within to ground into reality just a little more than ourselves?  Are we not all in this together? 

That person who lost their job were as stuck in this as the rest of us. Can we trust them to open our eyes to what is really on the horizon? And, are we going to chose to wallow in self pity, or begin bringing ourselves, our presence back down to reality?

Stopping an automated movement within, is not going to be easy, and yet, is there anything else worth while? I mean, if we had remained present even within internal structures we can zip through to check and maintain, and considered all things instead of only ourselves , where would we be?

As a collective, we really need to ‘ get back on the farm’ so-to-speak. We need to get back into being aware, using our presence, to sense not only what we have accepted and allowed within, as that thick self pity and blame and spite falling down and collecting in out bodies, like an inner matrix, and see through the veil and begin the practice of returning our focus to the physical reality that is this earth, because it is here, working with all things, that we create life. 

That bubble of separation that is a mis-use of imagination is the problem, and the solution is to forgive all of this, and ground ourselves back into physical reality. It is easy if one realizes that our separation is composed of walking an order of steps, until the extra-ordinary is built. We do the same, in reverse, walking what we have accepted and allowed within, and at first peeking through the veil to see the real abundance all around us, as creation as the physical.

At the moment, there is a means to become financially stable in development. It is to promote a currency that instead of being siphoned off to serve what we have accepted as a limited construct - as that, for example, education system that mis-uses imagination with limited story - to allow us to stabilize financially and begin having a moment to stand there on this shore of creation, and listen/sense/feel/read/see-directly what is here, and begin the journey to utilizing all of what we are as physical sensory entities so very capable of learning to crawl and to walk and to talk.

Check it out. Below is an introductory link.  It is only going to happen if we do it. Nothing stops us, but that automated belief system within. It is time to forgive this, the tools are here, we need only walk the ordinary into the extraordinary and become the potential we were meant to be.

http://www.myfuelclub.net/affiliates/rdalmas

Ask yourself what it would be like to stand in certainty, to hold something within that can withstand the test of time? How would that feel? What would it be like to really be present, to be stable and steady? I have to say, it would be totally awesome!

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Day 701 Revisiting paper work. Remembering to slow down and become practical.

I notice that I get anxious when I think of dealing with the paper work systems. I have an idea, in opposition to my reality within this. Why? Because in my reality I have done a lot of paper work, and managed to walk through it, even correcting mistakes. I have created a relationship of anxiety  in tandem with this. One movie I watched inflates this fear. It was the movie Brazil.

In the movie Brazil, much of the paper work is automated. One day a fly gets caught in the typing mechanism and a letter is changed causing a person by the new name to take a fall and lose their livelyhoods. Thus, I have a fear of systems in the paper work world.  On some level I sense the lack of responsibility within the system. In relation to this, I have never trusted administrators. And yet, administrators are people, and they can relook at things and instead of resisting ways through paper work,  can change things and find solutions that allow no harm and sustain structures that benefit everyone. It is not a one-size-fits-all scenario. 

Movies that  go to the extreme of gloom and doom, as our media has become a control mechanism, use emotions to polarize perception into ‘ what if’  scenarios that lack all respect for practical steps in consideration of solving problems in such a way that a person functions in society.  Even as I write these words, being structurally clear within my words is difficult. I notice I have to use a lot of words to say something that is really very simple.

My experience with systemic paperwork is different from my imagination. My relationship to paper work is that it requires me to fill in the slots with information. I have done this many times, it usually takes much less time that my idea about doing it. I allow a polarized and inflated idea slow me down, creating an emotional lag that takes me away from the practical application.

Paper work is information communication, that is all. Because of this, it means to slow down and look at the information and order it in a way that causes no harm. It is to ground the information into being practical, balancing out the ledgers, so that things are clear.  I also realize that If I organize the information, I am then ready to do the paper work that is a record of my actions. 

Also, in the process of grounding myself more within structuring paper work, I have realized that realizing what I do can be known. In this moment, it begs the question a to why children are not taught about recoding money transactions, as this is a math, and within a family, not too hard to organize. The only reason not to do this, is that one does not really want to look at what one does.

Thus, by degree, the lack of being responsible, only mirrors the emotional values used to direct instead of the practical on this physical practical world. 

Personally, this would mean that when something is not working, I am essentially not focused here, and instead I am in some meta-physical construction of value judgement within myself. And why? Because the physical world is right in front of me, it is right here, and my relationship to it, is either in consideration of it, as the means of life, or myself in separation from it acting in self interest as ideas, beliefs and opinions, based on class, race, nationality, or, borders of self interested and drawn values accumulated from a past of ritual defining my values, that I have allowed to become greater than the real world around me.  My morality in self interest, defined in every word I speak and every move I make as the information that I have allowed to program the physical that is the means of my existence here on earth, when not focused here, in the practice of living, will not fit into life. This will cause consequences that harm through a lack of consideration. I am running in time and not equal to life, to what is outside of time, as what withstands time, as what is eternal. This would mean, as has been said many times, that time is an illusion.

I realize in the years I played violin that what I practiced, how I did it, with every move, would inform my actions. And that if I did not check the structures I had built that would become well known, they would begin to run in an automated way. I had to not only know the structure and move with it with ease, I also had to use the structure, or cross reference the structure, which could be done in an instant. There were times when I missed something and I had to go back and check everything carefully. I had to find the glitch.  When things were clear, I could move with ease. When I was within this state, then when encountering new things, I could change with them, or note what I missed and correct it. Also, within this, find my place within a moment of not understanding, quickly. This is how important structure is, a clear and sound structure. This is the accumulation of  a perfect practice, with presence and awareness of what one is doing.

How we are, within our world is the same. How things work and our relationships to things, can be clear. If we take the time to understand this, we can work with things in such a way that we realize mistakes, or a need to slow down and realize new things that we had not encountered before, living in such a way that such moments only enhance our awareness of the values in this physical world that are creation.  We can become equal and one in standing as life, as the value being life. It really is not so far away from us, because it is right here, in plain sight.

The illusion is but a wisp of separation as what is constant is the substance of life in everything that is here. 

When it comes to paper work. I can organize and record my actions. Any fears about this, are ideas, beliefs and opinions. The way out of this is to slow down and walk what I have practiced and align it to reality.

I forgive myself for allowing and accepting myself to not immediately slow down and breath when and as I find myself facing paper work.

I forgive myself for allowing and accepting myself to not say to myself that I can become slower, as in taking the time to be within care of the small within and as doing paper work.

I forgive myself for not allowing and accepting myself to see, realize and understand that paper work is a simple math in many ways and thus, I can as with all things, slow down and realize the measure, and form a clear awareness of what I am doing to make sure things are clear though checking the parts that make the whole.

When and as I find myself  moving into anxiousness about paper work I stop and I breath, and I walk the ordered steps to cross reference and check what I am doing until I feel that what I am doing is clear, and to realize that should I make a mistake there is only moving into correction, and more often as I have experienced in life, the same mistake more than likely would not be made again as this is how we learn, thus a mistake need not define who and what I am.

When and as I find myself reacting with an emotional value about doing paper work, I stop and I breath and I slow myself down, and I see, realize and understand that this is an emotional lag from my own past acceptances and allowances of ideas that ore of fear about possible ' what if' scenarios and instead to realize I am here.

When and as I find myself fearing the system, I stop and I breathe, and I see, realize and understand that the systems are composed of people, and that more than likely, people would rather find solutions and minimize problems,  as this is the real nature of life.